Ending

The same sunny afternoon. The same house. The same bedroom. The same window and bed. The same man typing on a computer keyboard. The same silence and calm only broken by a few familiar sounds - the muted voices from the family gathered round the table on the lower floor, a dog barking in the distance, the faint hum of an airplane engine. Another December 31st afternoon rolling by, wearing the very same essence of so many previous endings of the year.